For Belugas

It's the last day of term

I am never going to be

The beached sea creature they call me

For my EPQ I rehearsed a dance routine

Out of my depth in the shallow Pacific scene

My thoughts are overcrowded and unclear

There's only room enough

For two in here

On the last day of term

I was always going to see

If you feel as I feel about you about me

My stare has scalded all your favourite clothes

All we share in common is we're better off alone

The youth centre turns me away

"We only harbour ships" they say

"And you're a wreck"

I just hold my breath

I just swim

Far away...